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Divine Hymns.

PSA L M I.

By Sir J. DE NHAM.

LESS'D is the Man, who never treads
Those Paths where evil Counsel leads;
In Sin's deep Ways, nor standing fast,
Nor on high Seats with Scorners plac'd.

2. But makes God's Law his whole Delight,

His Meditation Day and Night. 3. As Trees, when set in even Ranks,

Where living Streams enrich their Banks.

Their Branches fwell’d with quick’ning Juice,
In Season joyful Fruits produce ;
No Blasts the Bud or Leaf impair ;
So all his Actions profp'rous are.

Thus fares not the ungodly Man;

As Chaff from Corn the Wind does fan, 5. Sinners, when Judgment is at hand,

Amongst the Righteous shall not stand.

6. The just Man's Ways to God are known,
The Wicked perish in their own.
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Babes newly born, who draw the Breaft,

With Strength thy Pow'r proclaim;
So thou the Rebel haft fuppressa,

And dost th' Avenger tame.
3. When to thy glorious Works on high

I raise my humble Thought;
The Sun, the Moon, the fpangled Sky,

All by thy Finger wrought;
4. Alas! what's Man, I then reflect,

Or those who from him spring ;
That God should visit, or respect,

Or love so low a Thing?
5. Next Angels, in his glorious State;

A Crown adorns his Brow : 6. All Things which else thou didft create,

To his Subjection bow. 7, 8. Their Wealth for Tribute, as his own,

Air, Earth, and Sea present. 9. O Lord, thy Excellence is known

Beyond the World's Extent.

First Part of PSA L M XVIII.

1.

O GOD, my Strength and Fortitude,

Of Force I must love Thee :
Thou art my Castle and Defence

In my Necessity.

2. My God, my Rock, in whom I trust,

The Worker of my Wealth:
My Refuge, Buckler, and my Shield,

The Horn of all my Health.

3. When I fing Laud unto the Lord,

Moft worthy to be serv'd:
Then from my Foes I am right sure

That I shall be preserv'd.
4. The Pangs of Death did compass me,

And bound me every where;
The flowing Waves of Wickedness

Did put me in great Fear.
5. The fly and fubtle Snares of Hell

Were round about me fet :
And for my Life there was prepar'd

A deadly trapping Net.
6. I, thus beset with Pain and Grief,

Did pray to God for Grace;
And he forthwith heard my Complaint

Out of his holy Place.
7. Such is his Pow'r, that in his Wrath

He made the Earth to quake ;
Yea, the Foundation of the Mount

Of Bafan for to shake.
8. And from his Nostrils went a Smoke,

When kindled was his Ire;
And from his Mouth went burning Coals

Of hot consuming Fire.
9. The Lord defcended from above,

And bow'd the Heav'ns most high ;
And underneath his Feet he caft

The Darkness of the Sky.
19. On Cherubs and on Cherubims

Full royally he rode ;
And on the Wings of mighty Winds

Come Aying all abroad.

Part

Part of P SALM XIX:

Parapbras'd by Mr. ADDISON.

1.

TH

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With all the blue etherial Sky,
And spangled Heav'ns, a shining Prame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th’unwearied Sun, from Day to Day,
Does his CREATOR's Pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry Land
The Work of an Almighty Hand.

II.

Soon as the Ev’ning Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous Tale,
And nightly to the liftning Earth
Repeats the Story of her Birth :
Whilft all the Stars that round her burn,
And all the Planets, in their Turn,.
Confirm the Tidings as they rowl,
And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole.

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